Leather Jacket

D

D
Hundreds of stories
G
Before I showed up
D
They'd tell them to me
G
And pull photos up
Em
They're all connected
D
Like a pair of handcuffs
G
No one seemed affected
A
That everyone is fucked
D
But there was a softness
G
Some kind of understanding
D
Those 2am decisions
G
Always shaky landings
Em
And no one ever knew
D
What could be demanded
G
Maybe it's the cards
A
The cards that she was handed

G             D                    A
You called me up from a pay phone
             Bm           A
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
G           D                      A
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
          Bm           A
I offered you my dad's leather jacket

D
I met her at a party
G
She'd come straight from work
D
Complained that the regulars
G
Were all a bunch of jerks
Em
She always looked tired
D
But she dazzled as a drunk
G
She even pulled off
A
That stupid hair cut
D
She said, "I don't need a sponsor
G
Or the best lover
D
Just a man that sees me
G
As some fixer-upper
Em
The last few years
D
I've been running for cover
G
Trying to sleep
A
So I can visit my mother"

G             D                    A
You called me up from a pay phone
             Bm           A
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
G           D                      A
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
          Bm           A
I offered you my dad's leather jacket

G              D                 A
When times were tough in the worst years
         Bm          A
We never knew how to interfere
G             D                A
And now you're back and just unpacking
                 Bm         A
Those bruised up takers you keep attracting

Em
In September
D/F#
When it goes off
G
Like some god damn
A
Alarm clock
Em
And he hits her
D/F#
Like a third shot
G
Conversations
A
She just stares off
Em
There's no longer
D/F#
A voice calling
G
When she goes out
A
Saying, "I'll be up waiting for you"

G             D                    A
You called me up from a pay phone
             Bm           A
I said "Hang tight, I can drive you home"
G           D                      A
I pulled on up and with a southern accent
          Bm           A
I offered you my dad's leather jacket

G              D                 A
When times were tough in the worst years
         Bm          A
We never knew how to interfere
G             D                A
And now you're back and just unpacking
                 Bm         A
Those bruised up takers you keep attracting

G           D                   A
You call me up from a pay phone
Bm - A - G
Ooh-ooh-ooh
(x4)
And I said, "Who the fuck uses a pay phone?"

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